I panted, dropping my head to the couch. “Yes.”
A hand touched my face, and Jake was in front of me. “I think I’ll take your mouth,” he said, and my eyes dropped to his groin. He had undone the button on his jeans, but as Thomas pressed a finger, wet with a lube that I did not know he had, against me, I reached with shaking hands to the zipper on Jake’s jeans.
I pulled the zipper down and freed him to the air. He was still so hard from before. I’m not sure that he ever truly went soft. He shuffled forward, and I took him in my mouth. Jake moaned, and the salty taste of precum burst against my tongue. He was getting wet for me already. I pulled back enough to look up at him. “Fuck my mouth?” I asked.
Since I’d met them, my men had only ever been respectful. They let me lead and never got rough unless I asked. Today, I wanted Jake to find his pleasure and not think about mine. “Alex, I don’t think—”
“Please?” I groaned when one of Thomas’s fingers became two, and the stretch began to sting. He seemed to understand because he brushed my clit with his thumb, easing some of that pain away in a wash of pleasure. I took Jake’s hand and put it in my hair. “Guide me,” I said.
He groaned, and then he was tugging my face back toward his cock. I didn’t take him into my mouth right away. Instead, I waited until he pressed his cockhead against my lips and thrust, just a little. I opened for him and swallowed him down. His grip tightened in my hair, and he held me for a moment, doing nothing. I was about to pull off again when I felt Thomas stand up behind me.
I moaned pitifully as Thomas replaced his fingers with his cock. There was a breath, a moment, when I was stretched so full of both of them, and it was almost too much. And then they began to move in tandem. Jake would press himself so far into my mouth that I imagined I felt him in my throat, and then he would pull back, and Thomas would thrust into my ass. Overwhelming pleasure rocked me, but try as I might to move between them, to not simply stand there andtake, they wouldn’t let me move.
My first orgasm crashed over me like a wave. I wasn’t even sure that I could come like that, but I nearly screamed around Jake. Thomas began to lose his rhythm. He was too far gone now, and he snapped against me over and over before I heard him groan and let go.
Almost immediately, though, Zach replaced him. He took hold of my hips and angled me just a bit so that he could slide into my pussy. The work Thomas had done earlier had allowed for an easy slide, but like it always was whenever Zach was inside me, the stretch was nearly too much. He thrust hard against me, desperate from being made to wait like he had, and I came again.
My mind was going fuzzy, and just as I was getting overwhelmed in a way that wasn’t pleasant, Jake moaned and gripped my hair just this side of too tight. I tasted salt and iron, and I swallowed again and again. He slipped away from me, and then there was nothing to distract from the way Zach was pounding into me. I yelped as he pressed a hand between my shoulder blades, angling me so that my feet were barely touching the floor. He battered into my cervix, rubbed across my G-spot, and I could hear myself getting louder and louder, but I could not stop.
“Come with me, Alex,” he commanded, quickening his pace, and the orgasm that ripped through me sent spots across my vision. While my body was trying to figure out which way was up, I heard him call my name, and then there was just warmth and wetness between my thighs.
Zach collapsed against my back, and we all just breathed for a second. It felt as if the world had shifted on its axis.
“Have I told you all,” I said, though the words were raspy, “how much I love you?”
They laughed and responded in kind. “The movie is over,” Thomas remarked, and I glanced at the credits rolling up the television screen.
“What was it about again?” I asked.
There was a pause. “I have no earthly idea,” Jake finally replied, and we laughed.
“Maybe I should restart it?” Thomas asked, sounding just the tiniest bit hopeful. Like he wasn’t quite ready to say goodbye just yet.
To be honest, neither was I. Curling back up on the couch with them sounded like the best idea in the entire world. Zach moved, and I winced at the wetness left between my legs. “I need to shower first,” I said. “But after that, leftovers and a movie? We could watch it properly this time?”
Jake snorted. “You mean, you won’t proposition us into a four-way?”
I glared at him. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
His eyes went soft. “You know I did, baby.”
“Then hush, and go start my shower,” I said. “I have to figure out how to connect my brain to my legs again.”
21
ZACHARY
“Alex, sweetheart, are you okay?” I asked, knocking on the bathroom door. Alex had been going through some court documents so that we could, hopefully, file a motion for Hunter Bailey with me when she’d suddenly run out of my office. When I followed, she’d rushed into the ladies’ room, and for the last several minutes, all I could hear was gagging.
“I’m dying,” she called back weakly, “but I’m okay.” I heard the sound of the sink turning on.
“Do you need anything?”
“A breath mint would be nice.”
I didn’t have any on me, but there was a bowl on CarrieAnne’s desk. I rushed back to the office and plucked a handful from the bowl. “Is everything all right, Mr. Wagner?” CarrieAnne asked.
“Fine,” I assured her. “Someone is sick in the bathroom, and I’ve heard that mints can help.” I turned and hightailed it back to the bathroom before she could respond. I knocked on the bathroom door. “Alex? I’ve got some mints for you.”